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"Broxxiga has a good brother." Nathanos sighed. What made him a little displeased was that the information was mixed with Hawkkins' personal evaluation. The Withered One thought that he should remind Belmont and let his people take the formality of the information seriously.

After reading the report of Cilitus, Nathanos breathed a sigh of relief. The problem of the Qila Zombie Man was solved and now he could focus on the Forgotten. Sure enough, the next information was about Veronara's progress.

Things don't seem to be good...

The Dark Ranger tried to launch several attacks on Shadow Teeth Castle, but only captured the Burning Wood Village surrounding Shadow Teeth Castle, and the attack on the Forgotten ended in failure. At the same time, fear of werewolf arose in the army of Forgotten. Nathanos had never seen the werewolf. As reminded by Merrell, he also knew that the chance of winning this operation might not be high, but Shadow Teeth Castle was indeed the most suitable stronghold for the Forgotten in the Eastern Kingdom.

"Have Merriel not found the Moon God Scythe yet?" Nathanos murmured. According to what the mage said, the Moon God Scythe last time he appeared in the Twilight Forest of the Eastern Kingdom, which was a weapon that could deal with werewolfs. For convenience, Nathanos handed Etiyes to Merriel and asked him to teleport back to Karazan directly. The anti-wind path is not far from the Twilight Forest. Merriel should have found the magic weapon long ago, unless something unexpected happened, after all, a month has passed.

The Withered One began to worry, not about Merriel or the war against Shadow Tooth Castle, but about the Silver Pine Forest, after all, is Lordaeron's territory, and the situation is complicated. No matter which force, even the Silver Dawn, may pose a threat to Veronara. If the stalemate is there for too long, it may attract the attention of others.

Retreat? Nathanos thought to himself that he soon put aside this idea. It was impossible to retreat. This was the only battle he was not on the front battlefield. If the soldiers on the front line were withdrawn from the desolate place due to a setback from one or two attacks, it would definitely hurt morale and would hit Veronara and Tatsel's confidence.

This is not conducive to the Forgotten. The Withered One closes his eyes and puts the information down. Nathanos can do nothing now except support and trust.

The third piece of information came from Theramore, and Andu was rescued and the whereabouts of the Black Dragon Princess were unknown. The chaos in the alliance ended.

"Belmont thought this was bad news?" Nathanos said. In the eyes of the leader of the Dark Blade, the end of the chaos in Stormwind City was not beneficial to the Forgotten. But what about the outside? The Withered One sneered, the Difia Brotherhood has not been eliminated, and the Twilight Forest is also full of dangers. Although the "tribe" led by Red Black Hand was defeated, including his master, the Black Dragon Nefarian, was also dead, the remaining forces still threatened the safety of the Red Ridge Mountain Lakeside Town. Even if Varian returns to the throne, it will take a long time to rectify the situation in Stormwind City. Other alliance forces, dwarves and dwarves, are busy dealing with cavemen and leprosy dwarves. The night elves and tribes have just experienced the Battle of Cialis and need rest and are unable to pay attention to other threats.

Now is the best time for the Forgotten.

The fourth piece of intelligence is about the Eastern Plagueland. Nathanos's hand trembled, Tyran Fording died in front of his father Tyrio, and Ethan Leon was killed...

"May your son's soul rest in peace, Fordin." Nathanos sighed silently, thinking that Tirio must have seen his son, that he must have been recognized by Tiran. But when will he be the same as Tirio?

When he saw the fifth piece of information, Nathanos frowned and then anger emerged. This was a report about the blood elves. He installed spies in many places, but Quelthalas did not have his eyeliner, which was not difficult to penetrate, but his personal unwillingness.

"What's going on?" Nathanos stood up, "Why are there any information about them?" he asked, but soon realized something was wrong. The source of the location shown on the intelligence was not Quel'thalas, but Orgrimmar.

The wither soon realized something, and he folded the parchment paper and looked at it word by word:

Ambassador Kremal from the Elf Kingdom was invited by Chief Thal. Both sides talked for a whole day in the Chiefs' Fortress in the Valley of Wisdom, and then Kremal was taken to the Valley of Spirits to rest.

Chief Thrall, Woking, and the Taurus patriarch Kane seem to have reached a consensus to accept the request of the Blood Elves to join the tribe, and the news will be announced soon!

In just two short passages, Nathanos almost tore the paper in his hand into pieces, but the inexplicable impulse was suppressed, and he did not show any dissatisfaction from beginning to end. He was just laughing, sitting back in the armchair and laughing, feeling weak all over. He had no tears, could not reveal his sadness, and his twitching lips made him speechless. His ups and downs and his regular and rapid inhalation made him look like he had a breath.

Anger is bound by the frozen body and cannot be released or released.

No wonder Belmont shrank when he came in. If someone was in front of him at this moment, Nathanos would definitely treat him as a target and a knife for cutting meat.

The withered man raised his head and his body relaxed in an instant. He closed his eyes and thought to sleep for a while, but the dead man had no sleep. However, when his emotions dominated everything about him, he could no longer feel his body and fell into the deepest meditation. He wanted to let his soul rest for a moment, rest for a moment.

"Why, Aurelia? Why..."

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"Why!" Sylvanas was furious, grabbed something and threw it at Aurelia. It was a delicately crafted patterned bottle that hit the Regent's left shoulder and elbow.

"elder sister!"

"Wenressa." Aurelia stopped her sister and said calmly, "Let me chat with her alone." She looked at Sylvanas, her calmness made the angry female elf even more angry, which meant that the decision of the blood elf to join the tribe could not be changed.

After Wenleza left, Aurelia spoke: "I'm sorry to hide it from you, Shiva. But I hope..."

"I don't care what you want, I just want to know why, why!" Sylvanas roared, her voice spread to the outside of the Ridge Court. The magicians standing guard couldn't help but sweat coldly, especially after seeing the Ranger General walking out of the inside with a pale face.

"We need foreign aid, no help, Quel'thalas..."

"Let your explanation die!" Sylvanas interrupted Aurelia. The Regent was extremely surprised. She saw Sylvanas crying and looked at herself with gritted teeth. When she had a conflict with her sister in the past, she had a big fight at most, and then it passed. But now, Sylvanas's eyes had something that Aurelia had never thought of - hatred.

"Inside the tribe..." Sylvanas stared at Aurelia hard, her tight corners seemed to crush her. Her scratches were left on the table, and the wood chips cut her fingers. Aurelia looked very heartbroken, but nothing could compare to her next question. That was a question that Aurelia could never answer in her life and dared not think about. "Inside the tribe... there are orcs inside." Sylvanas's hand suddenly exerted force, and the wooden table made a "click" sound, reminding Aurelia of the fact that the orcs invaded Quelthalas, the red dragon flame burned the forest and their parents died tragically.

"There are trolls!" A crack that could be seen with naked eyes had appeared on the wooden table, but Sylvanas was still exerting force. The crack gradually spread to the corners of the wooden table and also spread to the deepest hatred prison in Aurelia's heart. What was locked there was the ancient hatred in the blood of the upper elves. The Regent remembered the cruelty of the forest trolls and the compatriots who were sacrificed to the troll gods.

"You are actually willing to join them now."

"They are different!" Aurelia said furiously. She didn't want Sylvanas's words and deeds to affect her, but her sister had succeeded. "Now orcs value glory, have long regained their rationality, and are no longer affected by the blood of the demons. The Dark Spear Trolls have no habit of cannibalism, nor the sinful acts of living sacrifice. They understand human nature better than the Amani Trolls!"

"Reason, humanity?" Sylvanas asked back. She was waiting for Aurelia to say these two words. The corner of the elf's mouth slowly outlined a smile, full of weirdness and fear. She looked dull and slowly approached Aurelia, and said softly in her ear, saying in the slightest and most terrifying voice: "Can you accept those beasts, why? Why can't you accept him?"

Aurelia blinked, and the question was said from Sylvanas, which made her stunned. How should she answer? How else could she answer? Aurelia found that she had never thought of this question, and Sylvanas thought of it, and Wenleza thought of it, and the little sister of Wind Walker had warned her before: Sylvanas was the biggest obstacle.

The Regent looked at Sylvanas speechlessly. She was no longer as calm as she was at first, and every word her sister said next was whipping her like a thorn.

"Have you ever thought about how Belorel felt when he grew up? What should you do when he asks you this question?"

"You disgusted me, Aurelia, you are thinking about the people, but you have forgotten your original self."...

Sylvanas said a lot, and she slowly retreated, finally saw Aurelia's appearance clearly, and remembered her in her mind. "Not everyone will support you, and someone will stand up and condemn you, but I will never let you kill them all, I will take them away, and I will leave this unreasonable place. You are no longer my sister, and I am no longer a member of the Wind Walker family. My name is Sylvanas." She turned around and left angrily, and after taking a few steps, she turned around and looked carefully at Aurelia's costume. The ranger's outfit that once symbolized vitality had long been replaced by the color that symbolized royal power.

It was the strange color of Sylvanas, and that person looked so strange now.

"I hate red!"

She left! Aurelia couldn't believe all this, she stared blankly at the direction where Sylvanas disappeared. There was also the wooden table with the cracks on it clear and conspicuous. It was only a little short of it. As long as you touch it again, the table would collapse.

You can accept those beasts. Why, why can't you accept him?
Chapter completed!